A day or two ago I shared that I drive a school bus. I also mentioned that it leads to some stories… While many I cannot tell, for privacy reasons, there are some I can share. Here is one…

My boys’ music teacher heard that I drive a school bus for elementary children. He had two nice small coats and thought that there may be a student or two who could use them. My wife accepted them and brought them home to be laundered before gifting them.

Two days ago, I took them with me for the afternoon run and was praying on the way to work asking Father who I should give them to. I could not think of any child getting on the bus without a jacket, but then, I have been so busy learning other things as I adjust to the route that those details may have escaped me. So, as I am praying a particular family comes to mind, but I really puzzled over how to give them the jackets without showing favoritism. There are many needy families on my route.

Once on the bus, with the jackets, I headed to the school where I pick-up and, as is my usual habit, I arrive 20 minutes early so I can read and study. While sitting in the lot, I ‘chickened out’ on giving the jackets to the family in mind and decided to tear an index card in half and write a number on each, then have all interested children choose a number between 1 and 100, the closest party ‘winning’ the respective jacket.

Predictably, after all my passengers were on the bus and I announced/displayed the jackets, nearly everyone was interested in choosing a number. The family that I had in mind was at the back of the bus, all hands in the air.

The first number in my hand was 79 and I passed through the bus hearing each student’s guess. Almost immediately, a student chose ’80,’ but most everyone else was well off the mark. At the back of the bus a young lady in ‘the family’ chose 78. I walked back to the front and asked ’80’ what his selection was and he said, ‘I don’t want that jacket. I want the other one.’

I asked, ‘Are your sure? You do not want this jacket.’

He agreed and I took the jacket to the back of the bus and gave it to the elated member of this family.

For the second jacket I retrieved the other card and reviewed what I have written. ’36.’

Again, I walked through the bus taking guesses at what number was on the folded blue card in my hand. 99. 27. 80. etc.

Then, midway through the bus, ’35.’ Close.

At the back of the bus, the very last guess, coming from a different young lady in ‘the family’… ’36!’

I showed the card. 36!

And, inside, I worshiped! Abba Yahweh is so good! Humorously so!! He confirmed the impression I previously had, spared me the challenge of being preferential, blessed that family and displayed His control/Hand in the minute details!

I just laughed!!

Gadol Elohai!!

Another story tomorrow…

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About Pete Rambo

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Basically, husband of one, father of four. Pastor x 11 years, former business and military background. Micro-farmer. Messianic believer in Yeshua haMashiach!